Women

The female of the species,
The supposed fairer sex,
Don't you dare to cross them,
You wouldn't like them vexed.
They nurture us from birth,
Teach us right from wrong,
Wrap us up in cotton wool,
Cuddle us in arms so strong.
They make our meals and clothe us,
Encourage us to grow,
Take care of us when we fall sick,
Everything they seem to know.
But if you step out of line,
Its not the Father you dread,
The biggest scolding you recieve,
Is from your Mother instead.
As you grow and find your own,
It soon becomes apparent,
That all the teachings you have learned,
Where instructions from a parent.
These rules were set in stone,
From one generation to another,
That men should be aware,
What daughters learned from Mother.
The female of the species,
The supposed fairer sex,
Don't you dare to cross them,
You wouldn't like them vexed.